I try and do my part by closing the thrifters loop and donating all my unwanted stuff for someone else to love.
It's for the better.
In doing that however I often walk into the store next to the donation center to see what I can find. I mean, someone else did the same thing I did and probably wants me to love their unwanted clothes too, right? And being that I'm a lover...and a fighter... I'm compelled to seek out these items (and then claw someones eyes out if they try to take it from me). Like this piece.
Moschino!!!! $4!!!! Dude, I can't believe someone walked away from this. Whoever you are, I'd like to shake your hand. But there's obviously something wrong with the fit. Do you see the super-poochy gathering in the front? I know, I know. It's probably for someone slighty, ok fine--alot, smaller than I but I don't care. It's like those ladies that squeeze into a size 6 shoe despite them really being a size 8.
I'm working this thing out.
This is the result; Ta-dah!!!!
But after ironing the pleats to what I thought was perfection,
I had an eye-opening and liberating epiphany.
I'm clearly not a perfectionist.